Wednesday, June 18, 2025

Lime, a game and jasmine.

1. I thought I caught lime blossom last week while sitting out drinking coffee on the Pantiles, but it is early yet, and it was such a subtle scent coming and going on the air currents, so I put it down to a general feeling of happiness. But now I've definitely and unmistakably I've caught the faint fresh smell up on the common.

2. A glass of wine, a game and some talk and the day is rounded off.

3. The scent of jasmine has slipped through the back windows and rests in the dark rooms.

Tuesday, June 17, 2025

This week, other path and belt.

1. It's Palestrina week on Radio 3, and I'm very much showing up for hours and hours and hours of polyphony.

2. Through the trees, a glimpse of the mauve orchid spires among the grass on the other path.

3. I find the wide belt I have been looking for all day. I put it on. It isn't comfortable.

Monday, June 16, 2025

Creased, beer and remembered.

1. Folding and bruising herbs from the garden for snipping into the soup.

2. Cracking the top off a beer bottle -- refreshment to help with cooking supper.

3. The Early Music Show bases its playlist on the diary John Courtney, who lived in Yorkshire in the second half of the 18th century. With a cry of ‘musick is better than cards by far’, he leapt joyfully and with both feet into the local scene, both as a participant and a listener. He sounds like the sort of person whose enthusiasm encourages and cheers the creators, performers and artists around them, and it's a pleasure to see such a one remembered.


Friday, June 13, 2025

Book world, messages and all right.

1. I've been sneaking off to read Bookshops and Bonedust by Travis Baldree. It is very pleasant to disappear for a short time into a skilfully drawn seaside world.

2. Confirmation messages -- your parcel will arrive today; your taxi is on its way; it's outside; is that you trying to log in; we've got your order; your food is being prepared; it's been dispatched; it's at the door. It's a lot, but I value the constant background noise of reassurance; and I like to delete the lot at the end of the day.

3. Was braced for a bad news phone call; but it's only a small change, and nothing we can't deal with.

Thursday, June 12, 2025

Grasses, jay and watchers.

1. I stop for a moment to watch the wind shaking the grass heads in all their variety. I should, I suppose, try to learn them now I've noticed this array.

2. The fleshy colour and reddish cap of a jay on an oak branch over my head catches my eye. In the undergrowth, another bird is protesting with a call that sounds like knocking pebbles together.

3. Six black dots to the right of the path. Noses and wet shining eyes of two deer looking up from their grazing.

Wednesday, June 11, 2025

Ladybird larva, buzzard and lists.

1. The shadow of a ladybird larva on a leaf above my head -- clinging on despite the wind's shaking.

2. Turn my head, at a blackbird's alarm. Catch sight of a buzzard launching itself out of the scrub.

3. Soothing lists of names and places in The Cattle Raid of Cooley as I am reading myself off to sleep.

Tuesday, June 10, 2025

Morning scents, getting used to it and teen gossip.

1. Half-awake, half asleep, I can smell the heat on her curling wand.

2. The new prescription in my glasses is a large jump, and it's taking a bit of getting used to. Even a short walk or an hour of work leaves me feeling seasick. Luckily I've got six episodes of Letters from a Long Marriage lined up so I don't mind taking half-hour breaks as needed.

3. We are talking about communicating better as parents, and the youth workers admit that they love hearing teen gossip and drama.

Monday, June 09, 2025

Learning to cook, harvest and path.

1. I'm here at the table distracting myself with my phone so that she can teach herself to cook in peace and security.

2. I grew these herbs and cut the stems and hung them up in the kitchen to dry. Now I'm breaking them into storage jars for tea and for cooking, and I'm thinking you don't get much volume of dried herb for that work. Meanwhile, in the garden, the mint has put up new growth, ready for cutting again.

3. Our red brick garden path is scattered with white daisy petals.

Friday, June 06, 2025

Late morning, wet day and stickering.

1. Rough night, slow start. Drinking tea and sitting quietly until I'm ready to begin. 

2. Through the cracked open window, the soft persistent sound of summer rain.

3. As promised, once the table is cleared, we spend some of the evening bent over tiny sticker scenes, using tweezers to place minute cushions and little pandas in a library and a coffee shop.

Thursday, June 05, 2025

Bracket fungus, pinks and owls.

1. From the path I spot a head-sized bright orange bracket fungus on a dead tree. I try to get in for a closer look, but the way is blocked by brambles and holly and rough ground.

2. We bury our noses in the pots of pinks, for their clove scent.

3. Deep in the night -- I can't sleep, but through the open window I can hear owls on the common.

Wednesday, June 04, 2025

Official, escape and writing session.

1. A short-notice visit from an official causes a flurry of tidying. He almost certainly doesn't notice (which is good, because you'd want him to think we were always well-kempt and not paddling a sinking boat) but it is very pleasant for us after he has finished and gone to luxuriate in our ordered space.

2. While gossiping with a neighbour, I notice that a sweet pea vine, almost certainly related to the ones that I train up and over our fence, is twining itself around the litter bin across the road.

3. I join an hour-long online writing session and feel like I'm doing my real work (even though these early drafts feel a lot like play). Check out Tania Hershman's events and join us on the next one.

Tuesday, June 03, 2025

Sun/shade, saffron and vinegar.

1. We walk and talk through dusty sunshine and dappled shade.

2. I did wash my hands before coming out, but they still smell of saffron from the dough I've been kneading.

3. A mysterious vinegary smell is more interesting than French vocab. We chase it down through the house to where Nick is treating a pan in the kitchen.

Monday, June 02, 2025

Staring at art, alkanet and swifts.

1. We make time to stare at art in the library -- the glow of red velvet caught in brushstrokes; the original cut up for patchwork a hundred years ago.

2. I stand up to straighten my back and rub at my wrists where the bristly leaves of green alkanet have irritated my skin, feeling unsure about my choice to let such a rampant weed have a little space in my garden for the sake of its twinkling blue flowers and early foliage. A bee with a bright red behind noses into one of the plants, finding value in even a tiny taste of nectar.

3. Look up, see swifts.

Lime, a game and jasmine.

1. I thought I caught lime blossom last week while sitting out drinking coffee on the Pantiles, but it is early yet, and it was such a subtl...